Back 2 Back (feat. Mack Briel)

With the mob , we gon' slide, all you niggas hide
It's suicide, you diss on Zi , all you niggas gon' die
I'm ridin' round with my nine, tryna stretch somethin
I'm with my brother Mack, you know he goin' down somethin

I ain't gon' speak gon' shh, cause that nigga dead
He would talk too much, he ain't used his head
Why he askin' me questions, I think these niggas feds
Or that boy think he's savage, cause he grew his dreads

I got that ladder on me like I'm tryna climb somethin
I fucked his bitch and now he about go and cry or somethin
I caught two cases, I still end up merk ' somethin
They drop my F1, I'm bout to go and have fun

Niggas talkin' crazy, they can get killed
I don't hesitate and let that blood spill
I start smilin' with my sick ass
I fuck your bitch real good, she havin' whiplash

It get hot, I start dyin', we ain't got no chill
I be runnin' up them bands, I'm chasin' the mill
She wanna get fucked off a prec , told her I don't pop no pills
I could hit a nigga from 50 yards, I really got skills

Bitch tryna stay, this is not it
Now she cryin' cause I called her a thot, bitch
I knew she from the west side, how she said stop it
I tell that bitch to turn around and just pop it

I stand ten toes with my Glocky, I ain't boxin
Forty bullets hittin' her like Mike Tyson
She suck my dick and kiss her nigga, she triflin
I'ma fuck that bitch while her friend watchin